My Acolyte Journey: 2014.35

Dissinter
Anberlin. So, just to clear up some confusion right at the start; Anberlin is not a Christian rock group, in the same way that any object or loosely-collected metaphor cannot conform itself to and accept Christ's death. They sometimes sing about the things they believe, but they're like Switchfoot, I guess, which doesn't help if you don't know about Switchfoot, but lots of people do. I hope that helps you understand what I'm about to say.
If you're not choosing a master, you're serving the devil. Don't be offended. It's truth. But I want to know if it's important to let people know which master you've chosen. It's a personal choice. It should show in your life. But by actively avoiding a "Christian" label, have these bands shot themselves in the foot? I would have to ask a lot more people, because currently I only know about Robby. And Robby knows that Anberlin and Switchfoot have chosen God, but only because I looked it up. Does that mean that they're trying to fudge the rules of choosing? Should we make our choice super obvious, or rely on the fruits we create?
Regardless, this fruit is weird and confusing. The only religious imagery it uses is

You are children in a land of men

and also in addition & plus

I'll be known at the gates

which are two lines in a song that also references the ideas of carpe diem and socialism. Is the tone of the song overwhelmingly Christian? No. Is it enough that I can tell it's supposed to be? No. Is the voice calling my soul God's or Satan's? No. I just don't grammar the answer. And I don't even like the song enough to listen to it until I figure it out.

[She shakes the hair out of her bun and throws the helmet at the wall. The visor pops and flies; the plastic shatters, skitters. She kicks the bike down into the shelf. Cans of paint fall, open. The tools tinkle and rain. The bike lies, ruined. She turns to the door in, and kicks it, booted and yelling. He can hear her outside and he yells through the door too.
She can't hide the tears in her voice. Why can't she hide the tears? She's soft, and she hates it.
He flings the door open, prepared to be sad, and he sees the bike. She's prepared to be sorry, and he blows up. The quiet of the garage erupts.]

There's a soft moment in the song. It's the middle paragraph. I tried to let you know with the writing. I'm not sure how I feel about this creative connection thing I'm doing.
The song is screams and heavy guitar. The drums are incessant. It's not my style. I'm not going to listen to it again, but I can see why it's better if you don't listen to it and you do something else. From a purely aesthetic perspective, it's not my cup of tea. From a modified intellectual perspective, it's shallow. From a religious perspective, it's confusing.
I wouldn't buy this.